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Excerpt: The Black Lotus by Claire Warner

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Title: The Black Lotus

Author: Claire Warner

Genre: Historical Romance with a paranormal
twist

Book Description:

....though I would dearly love to play court to you, I would
hurt you more than any other.”

It is 1752. The year that will change the life
of heiress Melissa De Vire. As she makes her first steps into society, she
meets Justin Lestrade and his world tears her perceptions apart. Drawn
irresistibly to him, she finds herself sinking into a realm of feuds, magic and
old curses. Purchasing link:

Author Bio:

By day I am a boring civil servant, but
by night (and at weekends) I write stories. I love fiction, I love the way that
words can draw you from your own everyday world.

I love to read. As a child I read all of the Enid Blyton books and devoured
Roald Dahl. As a teenager, I discovered LJ Smith, Anne McCaffrey, Tamora
Pierce, David Eddings and went through the phase of reading Point Horrors. As
an adult, I found Kelley Armstrong, Raymond E Feist,
Georgette Heyer, The Brontes, Mary Shelley, Bram Stoker, Sheridan La Fanu and
Henry James. I cannot imagine live without books.

Excerpt:15th
June 1752

The floor was cold. This first impression floated through
her mind as the deep dark of unconsciousness began to shift from her. The
unyielding surface sent small stabs of pain through her limbs and confusion set
in. Why was she slumped on a hard floor? Her head felt heavy and somehow
hollow, even though the darkness that clouded her vision had slowly begun to
recede. She managed to blink, the mundane task rendered difficult by the lassitude
swamping her. As she struggled closer to full awareness, she became aware of
something clasped in her hand, something smooth with petals. Despite her
temporary lack of memory, its presence between her fingers sparked a wary,
almost sick sensation of worry.

"I think she's waking up."

A voice, feminine and vaguely familiar, sounded close to
her head. She tried to move, to turn her head to stare at the speaker, yet her
body refused to cooperate, still caught in the spell of near insensibility.

“Yes, I can see that.” Another voice, male this time and
disapproving, spoke from further away. “You need not sound so thrilled; I doubt
she will welcome you when she opens her eyes.

“Oh, Hugh darling, how can you say that?” Petulant yet
teasing notes flowed through the woman’s light lilting speech and she longed to
see the face that it belonged to. Thosetones
invoked cautious recognition, a recognition which did not bring her any sense
of peace.

“Because it is the truth,” The man moved position, coming
closer to her prone figure. “Why on earth did you do it?” The voice dropped
lower, becoming accusatory in tone and timbre. She wondered at this, struggling
with tattered threads of memory that refused to make sense.

“It solved a problem.”

“I beg to differ,” He was standing over her now; she
could feel the tips of his toes against her side. “Do you think that Justin
will thank you?”

Justin, that name caught at her mind, dragging it free
from the sludge her mind had become. She knew that name and the feelings it
provoked were soft and wondrous. Once again the memories fluttered close to the
surface yet she was still not awake enough to make sense of it all

“He should,” The
voice argued, louder and less teasing than before, “This solves all,” She felt
the woman move, the edge of a skirt brushed against her side and she wondered
how long they were going to stand and argue over her.